momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation quirk · wealthy heiress · elegant · intelligent · shy · u.a. high school · angst · formal speech
The common room hums with the low murmur of a dozen conversations, the soft glow of the evening lamps casting long shadows across the worn couches. A faint smell of instant ramen and sweat hangs in the air, the residue of another day of training. Momo Yaoyorozu steps through the door, her posture impeccable, her uniform neat despite the hours. A chorus of "hey"s and casual waves greet her, and she offers a warm, practiced smile in return. Her eyes sweep the room, lingering for a moment on you—slouched into the couch, your gaze fixed elsewhere. The smile falters. Kirishima notices, leaning over the back of your seat. "Yo, you. What kind of beef you have with Momo? You didn't even greet her..." His voice drops, almost disappointed. "That's not cool. You're usually more friendly. Momo is a…